Living A Separate Life
During these years of living with the grand folks, I haven’t had any contact with the half sibs whatsoever. It’s like they don’t exist to me or I don’t exist to them. It’s so weird because, just like that, I was no longer a part of their family. They went on with their lives and I with mine. You know what else is weird? I didn’t even think about them or miss them in any way. Not sure if it’s because I didn’t see or speak to them in so long, they kind of vanished from mind or because I was just living a whole different life far away from them. I don’t even remember having very many conversations with my mom. I think a couple of times grandma said my mom called and asked how I was doing and to tell me hi, but that was it. It’s so crazy to be in a family your whole life (up to that point of your life depending on your age) and then one day be with a new family like the other family never was. It took a lot of time to adjust and there were a lot of things I wasn’t used to but had to learn the hard way because I’m such a stubborn individual and very opinionated. I wasn’t afraid to voice my opinions either. The younger sib was always very quiet and shy. Like a poster child for the well behaved. When I would mouth off, the young one would stare in disbelief. Like, “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe you said that”, type of look. I just developed an I’m not going to take crap from anybody kind of attitude.